Beneath Broken Lights

Yeah, they tell you if you work

hard

But the

scale is

tipped before you even

start

Born in the shadows where the sun don't shine

Struggling for pennies while they drink fine wine Clocking in early,

leaving past dark

And every single promise is a missed mark

They own the board,

we just move the pieces

While the interest on the debt increases

(Tell me why)

Why does the weight always fall on the weak?

(Tell me why) Why is the truth so expensive to speak?

It's a stacked deck,

a crooked game

They write the rules and we take the blame

No matter how fast you try to run The race was over

before it begun

(Yeah,

before it begun)

Watch the rich man buying up the courtroom floor While the poor

man can't even lock his front door

Justice on a scale of what your wallet can weigh Another system

design to keep the dreamers at bay

They buy the cure while we catch the cold

And sell our youth just to starve when we're old

It's a crooked game...

(Crooked game...) Yeah, the scales never balance